Qing Leng Xianzun is always ready to run

The people who came up the mountain were a team of bodyguards. As soon as they arrived at the foot of the mountain, they shouted that they had something to hand over to Mr. Fu Tong.

How could the entire Mingxia Mountain cooperate with the earthly bodyguard bureau to purchase supplies?The gatekeeper frowned, thinking that he was a touch.

The guards raised their voices and scolded: "It would be bad luck for me to send a dead person, but now you refuse to accept this dead person, what do you mean?"

"Dead?" The guard yelled and quarreled with him: "Mingxia Mountain is such a sacred and peaceful place, why did you bring a dead person here? Do you take our Mingxia Mountain seriously?"

"Which place doesn't kill people? What if the dead people are from your Mingxia Mountain?"

The person from the bodyguard bureau squinted at the guard and sneered, "You are just guarding the gate at the outermost edge, and you only dare to show off your prestige in front of me. If you see the disciples from the inner gate, your knees might be weak."

The people from the Escort Bureau were right, this place just entered the boundary range of Mingxia Mountain, if you want to get to the real Mingxia Peak, you still need a long way to go.

The guard took advantage of Mingxia Mountain's name to pretend to be a tiger, and cleverly set up a name to ask for money and wealth. He had a big fight with the guards just now, and he just wanted to extort more money before going inside to report.

The head of the escort shook his head, thinking: Just like what the master said, Mingxia Mountain is indeed golden and jade outside, and even a small guard can pretend to be a tiger and corrupt the law, so what kind of decay should the inside look like?He didn't want to have any more words with the little guard, so he just took out a few pieces of silver from his pocket, handed them over, and said cursingly while handing over the silver: "It's really unlucky."

"Bring it here!" The guard snatched the silver and said, "I don't understand any rules, and I want to go into the mountains, it's just a dream."

The guard turned back, said a few more words to the people beside him, looked at the broken coffin behind the head of the bodyguard, and wondered which disciple died on the road of slaying demons.

It would be better to be a disciple who slays demons and eliminate demons than to be a guard who eats and drinks all day long.

He said proudly to the head of the escort: "You wait, I will ask someone to go in and report."

After this layer after layer of notification, there are only a few pieces of silver left in the hands of the gatekeepers. Although it is not much, it is better than nothing.

He shook a few pieces of silver in his hand, sat on the stone bench at the foot of the mountain, looked at the head of the bodyguard in the dark night, in the cold wind, and at the thin coffin that was about to shatter. He asked for a few more copper coins, but thinking that it might be a disciple of Mingxia Mountain, it would be unlucky for him to ask for such money.

He reluctantly peeled off the smallest piece from the broken pieces of silver, thinking about burning some paper money for the dead inside.

The head of the bodyguard and the guards were relatively silent, and there was an incomparable silence for a while.

It wasn't until people came from the mountain that the silence was broken.

Normally, there are stewards who are in charge of the disciples to drag the corpses, but today's situation is a bit unusual, the people who came seem to have unusual identities.

How unusual is it——

The guards couldn't recognize who he was.

It was neither Zhang Zhang, who was in charge of his disciples, nor Mr. Li, who went in and out to buy supplies, but a young man who looked particularly deserted.

He seemed to be afraid to make an expression, with a cold face, he glanced at the coffin lightly, and said to the person behind him, "Come with me."

Although he didn't know the young man in front of him, he knew the young master of Zhufengmen behind him.

This master is generous——

Even Song Chunhan respected this young man, so what is his identity?

The guard didn't bother to think too much, bowed and said goodbye to the young man: "My lord, go slowly."

Unexpectedly, the young man frowned.

"grown ups?"

"Yes." The guard said with a flattering smile, "You are an adult."

Yue Qianqiu thought that in the world of cultivating immortals, he would never hear the word "adult" in his life, but now it is a bit weird to say it from his own door.

He took a step, and heard the sound of the silver coins in the purse colliding as the guard bowed.

Yue Qianqiu's frown deepened.

Although it is said that the establishment of Xuanmen was a conspiracy from the beginning, but now even the bones are rotten.

From the struggle for power at the top to the corruption and perversion of the law at the bottom, it can be said that the whole Taoism is hopeless.

If he were Li Jiansheng, if he were Yuan Tian, ​​he would wish to disband Xuanmen right now.

But the problem now is that he is not Li Jiansheng, nor Yuan Tian, ​​and he doesn't have such a great prestige to solve Xuanmen all at once.

He is just a peak master who was kidnapped by his disciples. He has a bad reputation, but he doesn't have such a big appeal.

The current Yue Qianqiu can only use Su Zhanyi's identity to hide in the Taoist sect and defeat them one by one.

Yue Qianqiu looked back at Song Chunhan, his eyes gradually cleared up, and he realized that it was Feng Zhaohua who was in Song Chunhan's body now.

Holding a small lamp in his hand, with a solemn expression, he walked on the deserted avenue.

Calculated according to the normal time at this moment, it was late at night.

The people from the Escort arrived at Chenshi, and it was already Xushi when the guards reported up layer by layer.

Yue Qianqiu let out a long sigh, thinking, Xuanmen is really going to end.

If the demon world invades, wait for the guards to report at all levels, not to mention that the secrets may be leaked during the notification, and when the matter is known to the high-level, they will also call at the door of the house.

It won't work if you don't change it.

Dim little lights danced in the dark night, indicating that this night was not peaceful.

Today, the news that someone dragged the coffin from the foot of the mountain spread throughout the entire Taoist sect within an hour - this is not a major event, the major event is that the manager Su Zhanyi went out to greet him in person.

Song Chunhan, Yue Qianqiu's only surviving disciple, personally dragged the coffin.

Then the identity of the person inside the coffin is very suspicious, definitely not a small person.

Someone thought—

Maybe he was seriously injured and died sooner than Qianqiu.

Since he was picked up by Liu Jian, there has been no news about him, and it may not be possible that he was secretly sent to the main peak by Liu Jian after his death.

Although it was late at night, tonight was different from last night. No one fell asleep during the night.

On the avenue, there was only the sound of dragging the coffin, making the surroundings seem even quieter.

Although no one was on the road, the hillsides, grass, and bushes on both sides of the road were full of people.

Maybe a few were placed by Yuan Liuchen, maybe a few were placed by Bai Wusi, and maybe a few 'whatever, I have to come if they come' Gongdou lovers.

Yue Qianqiu heard the sound of breathing and heartbeat around him, and stopped walking.

He didn't dare to go to the quiet courtyard.

There was no Xiao Cui there, if he went to the Qingjing courtyard, those who followed him would definitely suspect Xiao Cui's whereabouts.

He could only take a slight step, and went to Houshan Elder's House.

"Master, where are you going—"

Song Chunhan subconsciously said a word, Master, which caused a commotion around him.

He immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing, but it was too late.

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